It’s been a while


I know, I know. I haven’t checked in for quite a while. Dealing with life has kept me busy.

As of right now, I am in such a stressed out state that I don’t even reach out to my closest friends. I hate to be thought of as a burden or a charity case, and try to handle everything myself. This, in turn, creates more stress…not less. Who knew?!?

So, what non-stressful things have been happening?

Well. We rescued a dog on Valentine’s Day. She’s an American bulldog mix. Mixed with what? We have no idea. I suspect it’s Greyhound.


Her name is Amber, and she’s a Parvo survivor! She’s the sweetest little asshole you’ll ever meet 🙂

I’m addicted to crack….Trivia Crack, that is. It really helps to take my mind off of things, especially when I kick my (way smarter than me) mbff’s butt. Don’t tell him, but my husband helps me on the sports category.

My children are crazy, and driving me crazy, but that’s also a good way to get my mind off of things.

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Is it just me, or does my son look like Carl from The Walking Dead?

Speaking of, I am super bummed that the season is over, and now need suggestions for something to take its place until it comes back on.

Really, nothing else has been going on, so this pretty much catches us up. I hope all of y’all had a wonderful Easter, and I’ll try not to be such a stranger.


I’ll Get You My Pretty…


My neighbors have a dog. Well, actually, they have two, but only one is the epitome of what hell would be like for me.
It’s a Chihuahua. You get that, right? That special, little animal that feels it has to yap at every single blade of grass that sways with the wind? These animals need time, attention, and training before they are acceptable members of a community. Time, apparently, is not something my neighbors are in abundance of.
The sir of the marriage wakes up and leaves around 6:45 a.m. for work, at which time he puts said dog out back. I then wake up at 7:15(on summer break!!!) to “yapyapyap! yapyap! yapyapyap!” I. Am. Going. Crazy.
This goes on for two hours! Until their 14 year old wakes up to bring rat inside.
Small respite, because soon, the little shit will need to pee and be let outside
where it will take up with it’s annoying, perpetual staccato, again. Why am I writing this? No idea. Other than the fact that it takes concentration, and if I’m concentrating on this, I won’t be tempted to go next door and let the rat run out into the street.


And your little dog, too.

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